"You want to hook up again Saturday--"
"I can't." Tim was already getting up. "Not, uh, saturday."
Horatio went to every memorial, every funeral. He didn't usually stay the whole time; rarely said anything about it. But he always went.
Eric nodded. "Right. Okay." He knew that look. None of the other CSIs could keep up with all the cases, but each time Horatio came into work wearing black the rest of them felt guilty. Sometimes you had to go. It was one of Horatio's unwritten rules.
"Maybe another time," Tim told him, but it wasn't going to happen.